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Well, my Level 4 Replacement Matrix Board is coming along quite nicely.
I have colored in the main Matrix Area with oil pastels and included a
Pizza Mandala in the center of the Matrix proper.

The Pizza Mandala came to me spontaneously when I was staying with
my lady in California. We had purchased a “Limited Edition”
California Pizza Kitchen Pizza and I had baked it for our supper.

Upon cutting the “limited edition” pizza, I suddenly cut the design into
a design that would be hard to describe, but it was not a typical pizza
cut and when my lady came to look at it, she was a bit surprised and
wondered how we were gonna eat it.

I have since put the design on many of my constructions including my
wizard staff and the ill-fated Original Level 4 Matrix Board. I had made
the rookie blunder of including a Superiority Complex attached to the
Main Matrix and the results were disastrous. My lady pitched the
original, as well she should have, after my escape back to Ohio when
the shit hit the fan.

Fortunately, the Pizza Mandala that I included in the new Matrix Board
has worked quite well and things have been improving with every step
I take in its construction. As I had mentioned, I had colored in the main
Matrix with oil pastels and applied fixative to set the colors.

Since then, I have proceeded onto the second stage of affixing items
to the Matrix Board. At this stage, I have completed the process of gluing
the strands of uncooked spaghetti to the main Matrix and will be looking
for objects to glue both within and outside the Main Matrix.

I have already made up my mind to obtain a laser reader from a
compact disk drive for the scanning ray of the Matrix Board. I will
either cannibalize an old computer CD drive or possibly go to Radio
Shack and see if they sell anything close in their gadget drawers.

I was walking with my magic staff in the Safeway parking lot when
I spotted another man walking with a staff. He was rather disheveled
and had a backpack. I cried, “Ho there!” and walked toward him.

He looked me up and down and said, “Hi! Are you a magician?”

I replied, “No, I’m a wizard.”

He muttered, “Well I’m a working man.” and walked away.

Later, I would see him walking around town with and without his staff.
It was obvious that he was another homeless soul in the wealthy hamlet
where I had sequestered myself.

One day, I saw him outside the Safeway again. I thought I would try
and approach him again. I didn’t have my magic staff but I took a chance
and walked up to him again with a $5 bill and said, “Here’s the $5 that I lent you.”

He said, “What is this? A pigeon drop?”

I said, “No, just take the money, it’s yours.”

He thanked me and went into the Safeway and I took a seat on the bench
outside to roll up a cigarette. As I was lighting the cigarette, he came outside
and sat on the bench next to me. I introduced myself and he said his name was Curtis.

We talked for a good bit and even bought a losing scratch off ticket together.
( He insisted on giving me 50c for half the ticket.) Apparently he had grown
up in that area of California.

As we were sitting and talking, Michael, one of the guys that worked at this
Safeway as a bagger and cart rounderupper came over to us. Michael and I
had often spoken, he seemed just a little slow, or maybe it was just an act.

Michael and Curtis seemed to know each other pretty well. Michael asked if
that was a bottle of wine Curtis had in his backpack. Curtis told him it was.
Michael told him to be careful and not get caught drinking outside the Safeway
again. He then asked Curtis if he had gone through the groceries he had given
him. Curtis said he was still good.

I am still touched by the pathos of Michael, a low wage bagger in one of the
wealthiest areas in the Bay Area, helping out a homeless man in a city where
Safeway would block people from taking day old bread out of their dumpsters.
(I got nailed trying to retrieve some dumpster donuts on a couple of occasions.)
I never saw Curtis again but I am sure Michael is still working at that Safeway.